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Dars Turn
By Wolfpek
Email: Wolfpek



This is a work of fantasy fan fiction. It contains graphic scenes of man on man nonconsensual sex This is a fantasy only. Rape is torture and is not condoned by the author in any way. If such scenes offend you then do not continue to read.

The hawk's warning was confusing at best. "Stay away from the sacred stones" He was Dar, the Beastmaster. There was no place in the jungle he should fear to go. "..An evil witchdoctor... a scientist...selling the great beast...?" He could not get a clear message. Something was wrong. In fact all of his communication with the animals seemed, well, scrambled. One thing, however, was very clear. There was mischief afoot surrounding the cloying witchdoctor inhabiting the enchanted grove.

He was Dar. He had nothing to fear, and that is where he would go. With a deep breath expanding his magnificent chest, he strode through the forest to investigate.

The dappled light of the forest plays upon the golden muscles of the noble savage. Only his bone necklace, armband, dagger sheath around his thick thigh, and teasingly brief loincloth protect him from vulnerable nudity. In some tantalizing way these seem to highlight his uncovered ripe flesh. From the rounded lightly haired calves, up to the widening thighs, maddeningly naked hips, washboard abs, lats as wide as the savannah, and mountainous pecs we may consider his minimal attempt at modesty only a decoration of his proud nudity.

As he approaches the grove he comes to a clearing in which a number of beasts are trapped and caged, some smaller such as the gazelle are dead, a caged leopard is nearly so with a trap still affixed to it's leg. None of these animals communicate there thoughts to him except for a python, a noose tightly wrapped below it's jaws.

This animal can communicate very clearly "Dar...sssss..helpsss..usss... Dar. They have taken my offsssspring"

"Who? Who has done this to you?"

"The witchdoctor...heee isss ssselling all the beasssts to the sscientissst...I know a way to ssstop them. Free me and I will ssshhhow you"

Dar does not fear or mistrust the beasts. Even the snakes respect this powerful warrior as their protector. Of course he bends, the loincloth riding up exposing the lower curves of the delicious glutes, to free the serpent.

"Sssthank you have no idea of the wonderful giffft you have given usssss"

The snake suddenly slithers around the hero's v shaped torso and latches its fangs into the tender flesh of Dar's inviting right nipple. Dar could only watch in shock as the snake morphed into the skulking remotely human form of the witchdoctor, the now human fangs still biting into the right nipple as the free hand injects the left nipple with an oversized syringe.

He stands to pull away from the wrinkled gremlin wrapped obscenely wrapped around his heroic torso, only to stagger weakly as he falls under the power of the wizened fiend.

The syringe, a gift from the helpful Dr. Nefario contains a powerful sedative that will allow even the most feeble pervert to capture any virile stud.

"Wh..why?.."

The sorcerer gently strokes the straw colored hair of the stud he his riding to the ground. "Why?!! Why look at you, my helpless hunk. How could I not want to rape this delicious body? And make a fortune at the same time. I have sold you to my dear friend Dr. Nefario, and you will join your friend; Tarzan in his laboratory"

Dar's mind is swirling "Rape!? How could this be? He is a man" The thought of men having sex with men is new and repulsive to his mind. How could this drooling ancient have defeated him so? He is Dar! Blackness closes in the corners of his eyes and into his mind. He falls, face down draped over a stone, unconscious, ass upward at the mercy of the skeletal wizard.

The witchdoctor stands back to appraise his conquest and chuckles, exposing the few pointy teeth left in his mouth. There was something about an unconscious man that made his dick rigid. So at peace so unaware, oblivious and vulnerable to all of the horrible things that will be done to him.

This drug will last quite a while, but he wants to take no chances this time after almost losing Tarzan. He binds Dar's thick wrists and ankles painfully tight, and kicks him brutally over face up in the dirt. "Gods, those man tits are unbelievable. That peacefully sleeping face with the square noble jaw lips slightly parted, He lays face down his own puny deformed body rubbing, slithering over the perfect and still form. Forcing his tongue deep between the parted lips into a suffocating kiss. Kissing and biting down the column of the throat, nuzzling the cleft between the pectorals, and again nursing on those peaked nipples, he follows the treasure trail down to the light wisps of hair that sprout just above the loincloth. Impatiently, he rips away the offending garment..sniffing nuzzling and licking it until he ties it, another trophy to join Tarzan's around his neck.

Dar's cock is a challenge. Can one take that fully into one's mouth without gagging? Thick and long, it was a test of his abilities to look forward to. But he must again cast a spell.

He wraps his unconscious prey in a fishing net, another precaution, and pulling him to a seated position by the hair leverages the passed out naked muscle man over his shoulder, the webbing biting diamond shapes into the bronzed flesh. An unconscious hero is a joy of life, but an unconscious, nude, bound hero being carried helpless and limp over the shoulder of an evil nemesis is ecstasy. Dar's ass is like a ripe apple perfectly round and exceedingly bitable. Confined , as it is, within the net riding securely over the hunched shoulder of the witchdoctor there is nothing to prevent that very thing, or anything else from happening to it.

The witchdoctor laughs evilly as he carries his slumbering prize toward it's destruction.

Part 2

Savoring the juicy round ripeness of the asscheeks riding against it's will over his shoulder. The sniveling ghoul reluctantly lays his somnolent catch across the bloodstained slab that was the scene of Tarzan's defilement. Resisting the urge to rape the lights out of the knockout stud right there, he spreads him lewdly across the stone. He must prepare him for Dr. Nefario. Beginning a breathless chant, he lifts his bloody dagger high above his head.

Dar awakens to find himself laid out face up and naked, the rough hewn stone of the altar biting into his back, his arms and legs hanging heavily over the sides of the slab. With considerable difficulty he manages to raise himself to a sitting position. He is on the altar in the center of the standing stones. To his awakening eyes there seems to be a haze covering everything outside the stones slightly blurring all of the cages animals surrounding the sacred site. Only one cage is empty, with a sort of window cut into one side and a grinning witchdoctor seated on top casually swirling some dried herbs into a morbid cup shaped like a human skull. "Did you sleep well my beauty? I hope so. you're going to need your rest."

The animals begin to slowly emerge from their cages. As they move the pass inexplicably from animal to human form. They are the witchdoctor's henchman. Dar is too stunned and groggy to speak.

"You see my dear Beastmaster, I enjoy the new found power to magically transform humans into animals. You may have been wondering why you have been unable to communicate with your beastly friends recently.""I am sorry to say that they are gone, sold to collectors and researchers as you have been, and replaced by my spies, who's thoughts you cannot read... Unless, of course, I wish it."

He remembers now. This puny troll had promised to rape him....and SELL him!! He had stolen all of his friends from the forest. Rage begins to grow from deep within.

" You . twisted fag..You will never control me."

"You underestimate my powers great hero...I have a way to make you totally compliant" His cackling laugh chills the hero's heart, and rage takes complete control. He rushes off of the stone to kill his nemesis.

As he passes between two of the sacred dolmans, he finds himself brought to an abrupt halt by a sticky webbing. He strains every budging muscle to break it but only becomes more entangled as the witchdoctors eyes tear from hysterical laughter.

"This web is made from your own essence, it draws from your strength. You can never free yourself from your own power"

He senses another movement on the webbing and turns to see a sight out of nightmare.

Part 3

It was the size of a small man, but not a man..and no not a spider. He recognized every genus and phylum of spider, and while this had aspects of many, it seemed more a patchwork of spiders and human being...even more horrible, as it spindled toward him it seemed to morph a leering human face without losing it's mandible pincers.

"Dar, allow me to present your master; Dr. Nefario, he has been enjoying my morphing spells, and insisted to take this form for today's festivities. Tarzan has had to become accustomed to these games, as will you"

Dar is repulsed to see an unusually large, but human shaped cock growing from the underbelly of the arachnid, but covered with spiking hairs. He struggles wildly and manages to free one arm. As he reaches for the dagger strapped to his thigh, the creature pounces.

Pulling back the free arm, and wrapping the seven hair legs lewdly around the sinuous torso of the struggling hero. "That was an impressive display of strength" Lisps the monster into his ear. "However, I feel that you are entirely too conscious for our own safety" He sinks his fangs into a heaving peck, and the straining muscles, once again relax into limpness.

The spidery limbs enclose on the unconscious naked hunk, carrying him, head lolling backwards lost in sleep, up into the web. Spinning out more of the sticky material he forms Dar and the webbing into a sling, pulling the tree trunk thighs wide apart to lewdly expose the tender brown pucker, which he lowers level with the waiting head of the witchdoctor.

Keeping the hairy black exoskeleton, and four spidery limbs the panting scientist morphs into a more recognizable human form. Using his extra limbs to hover above his victim trapped in the sling, he allows the massive hair covered cock to lay heavily in the deep cleft between the pendulous pectorals pointing toward the stud's growing cock, which he takes fully into his fanged mouth. As the spider maw pistons onto the captive cock, and the huge cock rubs onto the massive chest, the witchdoctor's tongue is inexorably drawn to the inviting exposed pucker. Slurping deeply into the moist quivering hole, he takes occasional breaks to chew away the curly blond pubes which encircle it, leaving it naked and bald. From somewhere deep within his unconscious the ravished stud begins to moan, the tender skin between his hard buttocks raw and red from the insistent licking and probing, spidery precum pooling on his lower belly, a burning ache swells from the base of his cock between bladder and stem growing up toward the bobbing spider head. The repulsive villains defiling his most private places is more than his body can bear. His hips arch upward. Even is his dream he feels his soul gather into his loins and spurt from his spasming cock in warm streams eagerly caught into the skull goblet and stirred into his own blood by the trembling witchdoctor who holds it up to the mouth of his spidery colleague who greedily gulps it down as if dying of thirst. Throwing aside the cup he repositions himself to face to face with his new slave. Holding the heavy sleeping head in his human hand, he forces a very human tongue far down the throat of the unresisting hero. A rapist's kiss. The extra spider limbs wrap suffocating around his manly frame

His spider legs push the legs even further apart he looks down at the exposed hole and smiles. Beautiful.

The Beastmaster's eyes open wide as the long hairy cock rips past his sphincter and begins to piston rape his hole. Unable to bear the pain his consciousness is short lived, and his anal muscles are taught to relax and accept the pounding thrusts Limp arms fall from their silken bonds, limp head bobbles back and forth with this insistent pounding.

The drumming of the henchmen intensifies, thunder cracks in the sky, the oversized dick explodes within the raped asshole, a victim's dick explodes simultaneously, and another spell is completed.

The victorious monster retreats into the web to watch the witchdoctor's even lager member take it's turn. The stretching the hole beyond all imaginable limits, leaving a gapping exposed cavern.

The human spider once again shoots a long web leaving Dar hanging head downward, mummified in tight webbing. Only leaving his ass, cock, pectorals, and head exposed to the night breeze. The Beastmaster begins to rouse and move slightly.

The creature sidles down to stand beside it's lewdly bound prey. " I think you should sleep through the night, before I cage you and take you home to join Tarzan." He bares his fangs and sinks them deep into a ripe round asscheeks. The hunk again hangs still.

The scientist loosens his grip from his new possession to turn and pay the witchdoctor. "Thank you once again my dear friend. I owe my impressive collection to you. As is my custom, I will leave him to your henchmen's pleasure for the night before I bring him home." They shake hands and laugh.

In the moonlight the obscenely bound Beastmaster, his cock still dripping, his hole still oozing cum, green venom seeping from the puncture wounds in his glute spins slowly in his web.